When Chu Lin woke up, it was pitch dark outside the window, still night. He came out of anesthesia quickly; the moment his fingers moved he felt someone holding his hand. Beyond the ward was a familiar building, just visible from here. Chu Lin was dazed for several seconds, then lowered his head and saw the profile he knew best. Lin Jingsheng was holding his hand, gently pressing his cheek to the back of it. His long eyelashes lay softly over his lids, meek and tender, stirring the heart.
Ah Sheng, he was seeing Ah Sheng again.
He had thought he'd never see him again in this life.
"Ah Sheng…" He called his name, not even knowing how long he'd been asleep. Looking at his face, he felt nothing but a deep swell of emotion in his chest. He just wanted to lightly caress his face and tell him that he had come back.
Don't worry, and don't be sad.
And don't go risking yourself.
